Old Deng awakens: He starts by eliminating the yoga pants in the county town!

11:30 a.m.

At the highway exit from the provincial capital to the county seat, Lin Dawei pulled his light truck over and called Wang Yan.

"Have you found a lawyer yet?"

On the other end of the phone, Wang Yan's voice carried a fierce excitement: "I've found one, a lawyer who specializes in divorce cases."

"As long as it can be proven that the money used to buy the house was marital property, I'll win the case every time. That little bitch will definitely have to give that house back!"

Lin Dawei lit a cigarette and exhaled smoke.

"Okay. Have your lawyer draft a complaint, making the claim of recovering the large penthouse property as serious as possible. Whether it's stamped or not doesn't matter, just make it look legitimate. Take a picture of it for me when it's done."

"Are you really going alone?"

Wang Yan was a little worried. "That little vixen is very cunning. How about I take a few people and go with you to block the door?"

"If you go and block the door, it will turn into a farce of the wife beating the mistress. Once Zhao Daqiang gets involved, the whole thing will fall apart."

Lin Dawei's voice was cold and firm, brooking no argument. "Send me the draft of the indictment. I'll handle this. You stay at the freight station and keep Zhao Daqiang in check."

Less than ten minutes after hanging up the phone, Wang Yan sent a picture.

The photo shows a draft of the complaint with black text on a white background. Wang Yan deliberately circled the line "Recover the property located at Unit 2, Building 3, Jinxiu Huating" in red pen.

Lin Dawei sneered and restarted the light truck.

In the afternoon, at Jinxiu Huating residential community.

As a high-end residential complex in the county town, the security here is much stricter than in older neighborhoods.

But Lin Dawei bought a case of bottled water from a convenience store outside, carried it on his shoulder, and pretended to be a water deliveryman, swaggering in with a food deliveryman.

Unit 2, Building 3, Room 401.

Lin Dawei stood in front of the dark red security door, casually tossed the bottled water into the fire escape next to it, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Bang, bang, bang.

The force was neither too light nor too heavy.

After a while, the sound of slippers clicking could be heard from inside, followed by a woman's weak and somewhat impatient voice.

Who is it?

"Property management, the downstairs neighbor said your bathroom is leaking, come and take a look." Lin Dawei lowered his voice.

The door lock clicked, and the security door was pulled open a crack.

Through the crack in the door, a young, beautiful, but pale face was visible.

Zhu Zhu.

She was wearing a burgundy silk slip dress, her hair loosely draped over her shoulders, exuding a lazy and listless vibe.

Her body was clearly very weak, but the silk nightgown still accentuated her full breasts and slender waist.

Zhu Zhu was taken aback when she saw that the person standing outside the door was not a property management staff member, but a tall, unfamiliar man.

Her gaze lingered on Lin Dawei's imposing broad shoulders for half a second, instinctively sensing danger.

You've got the wrong person.

Zhu Zhu suddenly tried to close the door.

A large, thick hand pressed down on the door.

boom!

Lin Dawei used all his strength to forcefully block the door.

"You've got the right place, Building 3, Unit 2, Apartment 401, Zhu Zhu, right?"

Lin Dawei stared at her expressionlessly, his toes bracing against the crack in the door. With a slight push, the door was completely opened.

He strode inside and locked the security door behind him.

Click.

The sound of the latch popping out was jarring in the quiet living room.

"Who...who are you? What do you want? I'm calling the police!"

Zhu Zhu was so frightened that she took two steps back, her hands covering her chest, her straight legs trembling slightly beneath her silk nightgown.

Her foxy eyes were filled with terror, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Lin Dawei ignored her screams.

His gaze swept over the large, single-level apartment, which was over 140 square meters.

The entire set of European-style genuine leather sofas, the dazzling crystal chandelier overhead, and even the fruit bowl on the coffee table has gold trim.

Zhao Daqiang has poured all the hard-earned money of the freight station drivers into this little vixen.

Lin Dawei walked to the sofa and sat down, pointing to the single sofa opposite him.

"sit."

"Who are you?!"

Zhu Zhu gripped her phone tightly and questioned loudly, but her trembling voice betrayed her lack of confidence.

Lin Dawei took out his phone, opened the photo of the draft indictment, and turned the screen towards Zhu Zhu.

"Who I am is not important, and I won't hurt you by saying just a few words."

"What's really important is this thing; you should take a look at it."

Zhu Zhu hesitated before looking over.

When her gaze fell upon the words "Plaintiff Wang Yan" and "Recovery of Property at Unit 2, Building 3, Jinxiu Huating, Room 401," her pupils suddenly contracted, and her face instantly turned ashen.

"What...what does this mean? This house is mine! My name is on the property deed!"

Zhu Zhu's voice suddenly rose, as if someone had ripped out her heart.

"The property deed is in your name, but the down payment of several hundred thousand yuan was paid by Zhao Daqiang during the marriage."

Lin Dawei put his phone away, took out a cigarette, and lit it.

"Wang Yan has already hired a lawyer to transfer the couple's joint property. Once the court rules, the house will have to be forcibly auctioned off."

He emphasized, "And you, you won't get a single penny."

Zhu Zhu's legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the sofa.

Her initial fear turned into despair.

She went to great lengths, even ruining her health, to get the house out of Zhao Daqiang's hands, and it seemed like she was about to escape.

She raised her head, staring at Lin Dawei with venomous eyes:

"Who sent you, that tigress, to disgust me? I knew it... Daqiang got beaten up by the thugs you hired yesterday, and today you're trying to take the house! You're kidding me!"

As she spoke, she suddenly reached out and ripped open her silk nightgown, revealing a large expanse of milky white fabric, and then held up her phone.

"Do you believe I'll call the police right now and report you for burglary and rape!"

Even if it ruins my reputation, I'll drag you down with me and make sure you suffer too!

Faced with this outrageous threat, Lin Dawei simply sneered.

He deeply admired Zhu Zhu's alluring figure; no wonder she could be a mistress, she was got the assets.

Seeing Zhu Zhu becoming increasingly hysterical, he suddenly spoke.

"Who told you I'm here to collect the house on Wang Yan's behalf?"

Zhu Zhu abruptly stopped, her hand holding the phone frozen in mid-air.

Lin Dawei exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, which separated the two of them.

"I'm here to help you."

"Wang Yan wants to sue Zhao Daqiang. As long as you are willing to appear in court to testify, admit that Zhao Daqiang actively transferred the money, and cooperate with Wang Yan to completely nail Zhao Daqiang in court and make him leave with nothing."

Lin Dawei leaned forward, his eyes fixed on his prey like a wolf eyeing its prey.

"If you do as I say, Wang Yan will let go of the matter regarding this house."

"However, you will be responsible for paying the mortgage from now on, and the house will rightfully belong to you."

Zhu Zhu was completely stunned.

She had assumed that Lin Dawei was a thug sent by Wang Yan to violently clear the place and kick her out, and she had even prepared herself for a fight to the death.

But she never expected that the other party would offer her a deal that would allow her to keep her house.

Her mind raced as she watched Lin Dawei warily.

"Why should I believe you? That shrew would be so kind as to just throw away hundreds of thousands?"

"What she wanted was the freight station and for Zhao Daqiang to leave with nothing."

Lin Dawei said calmly, "If Zhao Daqiang can't be forced to leave with nothing, Wang Yan will only get half of the property."

Zhu Zhu bit her lip.

She hesitated.

As long as she doesn't admit it, Zhao Daqiang will definitely get a divorce.

Zhao Daqiang had promised her that after the divorce, Shunda Freight Station would be their ATM.

Not only does she own this house, but she can also become the owner of the freight station in the future.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhu mustered a little more confidence.

"I won't do it." She snorted coldly, pulling her nightgown tighter.

"Daqiang has been very good to me. Even after his divorce, I'll still have half of his assets. Why should I help you?"